1969

I'm born in March, man walks on the moon in July, Woodstock in August, Ho Chi Minh dies in September, Jack Kerouac dies in October. People everywhere are feeling groovy. Nixon resumes bombing in 'Nam.

1970

I wet myself several times a day.

1971

I stop wetting myself.

1972

My main goal in life is to play as much as possible. (These beginning years are boring. It gets better.)

1973

I start to read and write, much to the credit of my older sister who would make me play "school" with her. She would also pretend she was a nun and beat me if I misbehaved.

1974

Dad becomes one of the youngest Chrysler-Plymouth dealers in the country. Woo-hoo!

1975

Mom and Dad join a country club. Mom puts me in a leisure suit. Dad's makin' some good cash.

1976

My oldest brother graduates high school and goes away to college. I miss him a lot. I grow tired of all the Bicentennial bullshit and am thankful I'll be dead in the year 2076.

1977

I make my First Holy Communion like the good little Catholic boy that I am, I mean, was.

1978

Mom and Dad fight a lot. I notice Dad starts drinking more around the house. My other brother graduates and goes away to college. I miss him, too.

1979

Dad loses the car dealership. I'm still not clear on the reason why. Dad has trouble finding a job. He drinks a lot.

1980

Dad goes from dealership to dealership, job to job, but always eventually gets fired. It's a scary time for me and my older sister. Dad drinks a lot.

1981

Mom and Dad buy a cocktail lounge in suburbia. Dad drinks for free a lot.

1982

Dad drinks a lot. Dad's an alcoholic. NOTE: This site is NOT the trials and tribulations of an adult child of an alcoholic. However, it could very well be the trials and tribulations of an adult child. *wink* *wink*

1983

Dad drinks, Mom cries, they fight a lot. I start high school, at an all boys Catholic school.

1984

My sister graduates high school, but doesn't go away to college, all the time I wish she would go away. Dad still drinks. The cocktail lounge isn't doing too well. It's making money, but drunken Dad spends it as fast as he makes it.

1985

More of the same: drinking, fighting, crying. I'm blowing saxophone in the school jazz band.

1986

Senior year of high school. I meet Diane in December. We fall in love. Dad is still drinking.

1987

I graduate high school. July: Mom and brother #2 have Dad admitted into detox for a month. Extremely tough time for all of us. Dad is finally sober. I start college at a shitty local college.

1988

My grandfather dies. First person that I was really close to to die. Tough time for me. Still dating Diane. We talk of marriage. Dad still sober.

1989

Dad remains sober. I hate college, and am not doing too well in school.

1990

I turn 21 and drink heavily. Still dating Diane.

1991

Diane cheats on me with a 37 year old man who is the manager of the restaurant where she waitresses part-time. I take it hard. She tells me she doesn't love me anymore. We split. Her loss. I graduate college with a BS in accounting (yawn). Now what do I do? I start a job at the local municipality administering delinquent sewage collection--the low point of my life.

1992

 Meet Amy. Fall in love instantly. She sets my heart a-flutter (or something like that). Dad sells the cocktail lounge. Still sober.

1993

Amy displays first signs of being a loving bitch. I overlook it in the name of love. Amy and I speak of marriage. Mom has the 16 year old family dog put to sleep. I wait a month and buy another.

1994

 Still with Amy and delinquent sewage. Talk of matrimony continues.

1995

Same as 1994, pretty much.

1996

In January, I begin graduate coursework towards a master in public management degree at one of the country's top schools (really). We begin to make wedding plans. Amy begins to act psychotic. I call the wedding off. We stay together, and work things out. October comes and we get engaged. Happiness. Happiness? The next day my grandmother has a stroke and dies a month later. Sadness. Yes, sadness.

1997

Amy acts like a spoiled suburban bitch in the planning of the wedding. July brings wedding bells. The honeymoon ends by the end of the year. I receive my masters degree in December.

1998

 I begin the year questioning my decision to marry Amy. She changes beyond belief, for the worst. I get a really cool job. By August, she leaves and files for divorce a week later. I meet Allyssa. We become friends and date after the wife leaves.

1999

The divorce is final in January. I'm still seeing Allyssa. It has been a very difficult past year, and has taken it's toll on me in a lot of different ways. But I'm doing great. Life is good.

2000

Hmmmmmmmmm…………